From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:
Kayjay practically stomped into The Zone.
It probably wasn’t necessary, but she wanted to make sure it was obvious she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stupid club. A cool club, granted, but regardless.
Kayjay wasn’t in a good mood. She should have been here with her friends, but Skylar and Anna were too busy waddling around with big baby bellies to be much fun right now. When Kayjay told them she was going to The Zone, they thought she was crazy. They pointed to their bellies as evidence to back their point. Kayjay patiently explained to them that she, unlike them, could keep her legs closed even if a hot guy was making goo-goo eyes at her or whatever. Then Kayjay grinned and told them they looked adorable with their swelled bellies and that was when they chased her out. Not that that was a problem. Kayjay could easily outrun them right now. Her own belly was flat and taut.
All right, so she probably wasn’t being fair to her friends. The Zone was the biggest hotspot in Chrystal Heights, but you had to be careful. There were predators there and you had to navigate carefully. Of course, the presence of that danger was part of the thrill. You didn’t go to The Zone just to get a drink. You went to enjoy the edginess, the electric sense of lurking danger and excitement.
And if Kayjay had to do that alone, fine. She would.
She eased through the crowd as she wandered around Main Street, the central area that served as a common area in The Zone. The Zone was actually a huge multi-storied building with any number of rooms and themed areas that served as bars. Main Street was the common central area. Hallways branched from Main Street, however, and anything beyond was referred to as the Edge. The deeper you went into the Edge, the more careful you had to be.
Kayjay picked a hallway at random. She followed the dimly-lit passageway, surprised at how few people she saw here. There were a few flyers posted on the walls for instantly forgettable bands and a few other pamphlets and advertisements, but the hallway had a strangely deserted feeling. The hallway ended at a staircase.
Kayjay took the steps up, curious now as to what she would find. Considering the various themed areas in The Zone, she knew it could be anything, so she was prepared for a surprise. What she didn’t expect was a huge number of potted plants lining the steps as she reached the next floor.
She could hear music coming from down the hall, so she continued forward. As she got closer, she realized the music she had been hearing was actually more a rhythmic drum beat. There were more plants lining the walls now, various vines and small tropical trees. Then she arrived at an arched opening covered with vines. A wood sign hanging from the top of the arch simply said, ‘The Jungle’.
Kayjay stepped through the arch. The room was fairly large and the ceiling was very high. Tropical trees and plants were everywhere. Birds and animal noises could be heard. The beating drums didn’t dominate the room, but they played constantly in the background. The floor consisted of fake grass. It was a silly motif, but the setting was surprisingly effective at conveying a jungle ambiance. Small groups of people were scattered throughout the foliage, drinks in hand. Barefoot girls in animal-skin outfits and loincloth-wearing men meandered throughout the room, apparently taking drink orders. A number of people gathered in the center of the room were dancing to the beat of the drums.
A barefoot girl in a leopard-skin bikini-top and skirt appeared. “Hi,” she said. Her long black hair was braided into a single plait that reached her pert bottom. “I’m Tara. Welcome to the Jungle.”
Kayjay nodded.
Tara paused, as if waiting for something. Then she finally said, “Are you alone?”
“Yes,” said Kayjay. “Is that a problem?”
Tara shook her head. “Not at all,” she said. “Most people who come this deep into The Zone are usually in groups, that’s all.”
Kayjay shrugged. “I don’t need my hand held.”
Tara laughed. “I’m sure you don’t. Here’s a free drink chip. Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
Tara said, “One thing to be aware of before you enter, however.”
Kayjay paused. “Yeah?”
Tara looked at an analog clock nearly completely covered by a palm leaf. Then she said, “This is The Jungle. Jungles are traditionally dark and dangerous places. We like to pay homage to that setting by introducing an element of the unexpected here, something to invoke that tradition of exploration and discovery and the possibility of danger.”
Kayjay listened intently. This was getting interesting. “Go on.”
“So periodically an Event will occur,” said Tara. “There are different Events and they differ in severity. One can never be sure of what might happen next. Of course, anyone making it through an Event unscathed is awarded a Jungle Chip.”
Kayjay said, “What are the Jungle Chips good for?”
Tara said, “Different things. Free drinks, t-shirts…a variety of things. Mostly bragging rights, though. If you make it through the night, you’ll see.”
Kayjay laughed. “Make it through the night? This is supposed to scare people away?”
“Don’t underestimate The Jungle,” said Tara. “This place is not for amateurs.”
“Oh, please,” said Kayjay.
“As you wish,” said Tara. “Enjoy your visit.”
Kayjay made her way to the bar. She got her drink order, then wandered aimlessly among the tropical trees, bushes and people.
Interesting. There was an ominous air she found intriguing here, a subtle edge, a tingling sensation making it feel like anything could happen.
She glanced around. Were the lights getting dimmer?
The drums began picking up their incessant beat, increasing the tempo, getting louder. There was a sound like thunder and a sudden silence from the patrons. Then there was a loud gasp and a sudden scream.
Thick green and brown tentacles were pushing through the grass floor in various areas. There were screams and shouts from all corners of the large forested room. One girl tried to evade a flailing tentacle, but ended up running straight into another. The tentacle wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her off the ground while another tentacle slid inside her clothing, twisting and writhing in a manner that tore the clothing from her body. The suddenly naked girl was held aloft by the tentacles and displayed to the unmolested patrons, several of whom were clapping.
One guy stood watching the displayed girl too long, however, and didn’t see the tentacles emerging from just behind his feet. One appendage wrapped itself around his torso, holding him in place, and the other tentacle worked its way up the leg of his jeans. The path of the tentacle was easy to follow as the outline of the wriggling appendage was visible as it made its way upward. The outline disappeared between the man’s butt cheeks and he squawked, his eyes widening as he suddenly felt his tight rear opening rapidly filling with thick tentacle.
Another girl didn’t move fast enough and her eyes widened also as the tip of a tentacle slipped between her lips, sliding deep into her throat. Her hands clasped the tentacle, tugged it desperately, but it was lodged too deep in her throat for her to pull it out. The tentacle began pulsing then and her throat worked as it appeared she was being forced to swallow fluid from the tentacle. As the tentacle continued pulsing, pumping its fluid into the girl’s throat, her wide eyes became half-lidded and she slowly sank to her knees, the tentacle continuing to fill her belly.
The appearance of the tentacles had caught Kayjay completely by surprise, but not so much that she forgot to react. She dodged one tentacle, then moved away and dodged another. She finally found herself in an area that appeared to be free of the wriggling appendages. She watched from her area of relative safety.
At least from what she thought was safety. An unseen tentacle suddenly wrapped itself around her mid-section and lifted her. The tip of the tentacle slipped into the waistband of her skirt and then down the front of her panties. Kayjay grabbed the tentacle, straining to keep the appendage from penetrating her.
Then the drums suddenly changed tempo and the tentacles began retracting back into the floor.
The Event was over.
The girl who had been force-fed by the tentacle remained on her knees, her eyes half-lidded. She was drooling and appeared to be unaware of her surroundings. Several friends helped her to her feet and led her to a table. Her nipples were visibly solid and her jeans were wet between her legs.
The guy who had been anally filled by a tentacle also appeared to be in a dazed state. His thick erection tented the front of his jeans.
Kayjay said, “What’s up with them?”
Tara was nearby and she answered. “The tentacles ejaculate a fluid that is both a sedative and an aphrodisiac.”
Kayjay blinked. “You mean it leaves them horny and out of it?”
“Exactly.”
Kayjay said, “So if someone decides to feel them up now…”
Tara pointed toward the dazed guy. Two muscular guys had hoisted him by the arms and appeared to be walking him toward a back room. They each had a hand on the dazed guy’s ass and their erections were obvious. Then she pointed to the dazed girl, who was being kissed by one of her friends, who was also fondling one of her breasts.
Tara smiled then. “I told you this was no place for amateurs…amateur.”
“Amateur?” said Kayjay. “I don’t think so. Or did you not see me avoid the tentacles even though I had no idea they were coming?”
“True,” said Tara. She reached into her apron then and pulled out a thick wooden chip. “You have earned a Jungle Chip, incidentally, for making it through an Event unmolested. Only barely, of course, as you were well in the grip of the tentacles, but we’ll cut you slack, since it was your first time.”
Kayjay accepted the chip with a tight smile. Tara was nice enough, she supposed, but she was also unbearably smug, and Kayjay couldn’t wait for the next set of tentacles just so she could show Tara that Tara wasn’t all that.
Kayjay used her drink chip and then ordered herself another. After an hour she started to get bored. She decided to order one more drink.
The drums had continued non-stop through the evening. The drummers were apparently tireless. The drums had become part of the background by this time, but suddenly the tempo changed and began to pick up speed. The lights dimmed.
Kayjay was standing by a tree in the middle of the floor. Slightly slowed by alcohol, she suddenly intuited that the drumming tempo and dimming lights was the precursor to an Event. She glanced around, prepared to dodge tentacles, but she didn’t see any tentacles.
Then she heard the gasps and exclamations. It was happening. She whirled, still looking for the wriggling tentacles.
There were none. A large, bell-shaped flower, however, suddenly grew through the fake grass directly in front of Kayjay. The bell leaned forward, likely due to the weight, giving Kayjay full view of the interior of the huge flower.
“Ewww,” said Kayjay, her nose wrinkling. There was some kind of slug inside the flower.
And then Kayjay realized too late that staring into the flower was the wrong thing to do as the flower suddenly sprayed her face with a thick cloud of pollen, blinding Kayjay and filling her lungs.
Kayjay stumbled back, wiping her face. Suddenly her heart hammered inside her chest as she felt the unmistakable sensation of the slimy slug crawling into her cleavage.
She tried to grab at the creature, but she couldn’t see and she was coughing from the pollen. She felt the creature moving, sliding impossibly quickly between her breasts, down her belly. Then there was the suddenly horrifying sensation of the slug working its way into her belly button.
“NO!” she screeched, eyes widening in panic. Her vision was clearing now, but it was too late. The little creature had somehow worked its way into her belly button.
Kayjay stood there, heart pounding. The bell-shaped flower had slid back under the fake grass. Kayjay could hear screams and curses around her, but it sounded far away. What was really dominating Kayjay’s attention at this point was the drums.
The drums were setting a beat, a solid tempo. Kayjay began moving, her hips matching the drums effortlessly. She had removed her shoes at some point and she was now moving, dancing barefoot over the grass, her inhibitions fading.
Kayjay whirled to the beat of the drums, the blood pounding in her head to the beat of the percussion. She twirled, wriggled and writhed, a slave to the beat. Hands moved over Kayjay, removing her clothes, letting her dance naked to the unending beat of the drums.
A man moved next to her, matching her moves, sharing her heat, her passion. Kayjay danced to him, pressed herself against him, let her tongue slide over his chest. His taste set her insides on fire. She slid down his torso, her lips tasting his abdominal muscles, until she was on her knees. The head of his cock pressed incessantly against her lips, and she parted her lips, letting his cock slide into her mouth.
He stroked his cock into her mouth, again and again, and the sensations made her belly muscles twitch and jump in heated need. Then Kayjay got to her feet, swaying, twirling her hair to the incessant beat of the drums. The man’s hands were suddenly on her, turning her around, bending her forward, her hips high.
Kayjay felt his cock slide inside her, begin pounding her to the beat of the drums. Again and again he slammed into her, his pelvis slapping against her bare rounded ass. The drums, the beat, heat, hot, stroking heat, hips writhing to the beat of the drums, the drums.
And then she felt the sudden flood of heat in her belly, the sensation of being filled with potency, with heat, and that triggered her release as Kayjay began climaxing on that cock, to the beat of the drums…
And suddenly the drums stopped.
Kayjay blinked. She was still bent over, naked, and still filled with cock. And she realized all the patrons had formed a circle around them and had been cheering them on.
The guy, whoever he was, slid his cock out of her tight pussy and disappeared into the crowd.
Cheeks flaming, Kayjay hunted desperately for her clothing.
She was still blushing helplessly as she found her clothing and dressed. Unable to find her shoes, she remained barefoot. Another problem had presented itself, however.
Her belly was swelling. Slowly, but definitely.
Heart pounding, she realized her breasts were swelling as well.
Then Kayjay realized they weren’t just swelling. Her breasts were filling with milk.
Kayjay took a deep breath, then another. She was still trying to pull herself together when Tara walked over.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” said Tara, “you’re pregnant. And not just pregnant. The slug that inserted itself into your belly button- that’s what caused your complete and absolute loss of inhibitions, by the way- that slug was inside your womb when you got inseminated by that stranger. That slug amplifies the chance of a hyper-pregnancy, cutie, and apparently it took. So you’re not just pregnant. You’re hyper-pregnant.”
Kayjay could only stare as she could already see and feel her belly swelling with child. Her breasts were becoming full, heavy with milk.
And the arousal. Oh, gawd, she could already feel the hyper-pregnancy arousal beginning to take hold.
Tara gave Kayjay a smile. “Like I said, cutie,” she said. “Not a place for amateurs.”
Kayjay practically stomped into The Zone.
It probably wasn’t necessary, but she wanted to make sure it was obvious she wasn’t going to be intimidated by some stupid club. A cool club, granted, but regardless.
Kayjay wasn’t in a good mood. She should have been here with her friends, but Skylar and Anna were too busy waddling around with big baby bellies to be much fun right now. When Kayjay told them she was going to The Zone, they thought she was crazy. They pointed to their bellies as evidence to back their point. Kayjay patiently explained to them that she, unlike them, could keep her legs closed even if a hot guy was making goo-goo eyes at her or whatever. Then Kayjay grinned and told them they looked adorable with their swelled bellies and that was when they chased her out. Not that that was a problem. Kayjay could easily outrun them right now. Her own belly was flat and taut.
All right, so she probably wasn’t being fair to her friends. The Zone was the biggest hotspot in Chrystal Heights, but you had to be careful. There were predators there and you had to navigate carefully. Of course, the presence of that danger was part of the thrill. You didn’t go to The Zone just to get a drink. You went to enjoy the edginess, the electric sense of lurking danger and excitement.
And if Kayjay had to do that alone, fine. She would.
She eased through the crowd as she wandered around Main Street, the central area that served as a common area in The Zone. The Zone was actually a huge multi-storied building with any number of rooms and themed areas that served as bars. Main Street was the common central area. Hallways branched from Main Street, however, and anything beyond was referred to as the Edge. The deeper you went into the Edge, the more careful you had to be.
Kayjay picked a hallway at random. She followed the dimly-lit passageway, surprised at how few people she saw here. There were a few flyers posted on the walls for instantly forgettable bands and a few other pamphlets and advertisements, but the hallway had a strangely deserted feeling. The hallway ended at a staircase.
Kayjay took the steps up, curious now as to what she would find. Considering the various themed areas in The Zone, she knew it could be anything, so she was prepared for a surprise. What she didn’t expect was a huge number of potted plants lining the steps as she reached the next floor.
She could hear music coming from down the hall, so she continued forward. As she got closer, she realized the music she had been hearing was actually more a rhythmic drum beat. There were more plants lining the walls now, various vines and small tropical trees. Then she arrived at an arched opening covered with vines. A wood sign hanging from the top of the arch simply said, ‘The Jungle’.
Kayjay stepped through the arch. The room was fairly large and the ceiling was very high. Tropical trees and plants were everywhere. Birds and animal noises could be heard. The beating drums didn’t dominate the room, but they played constantly in the background. The floor consisted of fake grass. It was a silly motif, but the setting was surprisingly effective at conveying a jungle ambiance. Small groups of people were scattered throughout the foliage, drinks in hand. Barefoot girls in animal-skin outfits and loincloth-wearing men meandered throughout the room, apparently taking drink orders. A number of people gathered in the center of the room were dancing to the beat of the drums.
A barefoot girl in a leopard-skin bikini-top and skirt appeared. “Hi,” she said. Her long black hair was braided into a single plait that reached her pert bottom. “I’m Tara. Welcome to the Jungle.”
Kayjay nodded.
Tara paused, as if waiting for something. Then she finally said, “Are you alone?”
“Yes,” said Kayjay. “Is that a problem?”
Tara shook her head. “Not at all,” she said. “Most people who come this deep into The Zone are usually in groups, that’s all.”
Kayjay shrugged. “I don’t need my hand held.”
Tara laughed. “I’m sure you don’t. Here’s a free drink chip. Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
Tara said, “One thing to be aware of before you enter, however.”
Kayjay paused. “Yeah?”
Tara looked at an analog clock nearly completely covered by a palm leaf. Then she said, “This is The Jungle. Jungles are traditionally dark and dangerous places. We like to pay homage to that setting by introducing an element of the unexpected here, something to invoke that tradition of exploration and discovery and the possibility of danger.”
Kayjay listened intently. This was getting interesting. “Go on.”
“So periodically an Event will occur,” said Tara. “There are different Events and they differ in severity. One can never be sure of what might happen next. Of course, anyone making it through an Event unscathed is awarded a Jungle Chip.”
Kayjay said, “What are the Jungle Chips good for?”
Tara said, “Different things. Free drinks, t-shirts…a variety of things. Mostly bragging rights, though. If you make it through the night, you’ll see.”
Kayjay laughed. “Make it through the night? This is supposed to scare people away?”
“Don’t underestimate The Jungle,” said Tara. “This place is not for amateurs.”
“Oh, please,” said Kayjay.
“As you wish,” said Tara. “Enjoy your visit.”
Kayjay made her way to the bar. She got her drink order, then wandered aimlessly among the tropical trees, bushes and people.
Interesting. There was an ominous air she found intriguing here, a subtle edge, a tingling sensation making it feel like anything could happen.
She glanced around. Were the lights getting dimmer?
The drums began picking up their incessant beat, increasing the tempo, getting louder. There was a sound like thunder and a sudden silence from the patrons. Then there was a loud gasp and a sudden scream.
Thick green and brown tentacles were pushing through the grass floor in various areas. There were screams and shouts from all corners of the large forested room. One girl tried to evade a flailing tentacle, but ended up running straight into another. The tentacle wrapped itself around her waist and lifted her off the ground while another tentacle slid inside her clothing, twisting and writhing in a manner that tore the clothing from her body. The suddenly naked girl was held aloft by the tentacles and displayed to the unmolested patrons, several of whom were clapping.
One guy stood watching the displayed girl too long, however, and didn’t see the tentacles emerging from just behind his feet. One appendage wrapped itself around his torso, holding him in place, and the other tentacle worked its way up the leg of his jeans. The path of the tentacle was easy to follow as the outline of the wriggling appendage was visible as it made its way upward. The outline disappeared between the man’s butt cheeks and he squawked, his eyes widening as he suddenly felt his tight rear opening rapidly filling with thick tentacle.
Another girl didn’t move fast enough and her eyes widened also as the tip of a tentacle slipped between her lips, sliding deep into her throat. Her hands clasped the tentacle, tugged it desperately, but it was lodged too deep in her throat for her to pull it out. The tentacle began pulsing then and her throat worked as it appeared she was being forced to swallow fluid from the tentacle. As the tentacle continued pulsing, pumping its fluid into the girl’s throat, her wide eyes became half-lidded and she slowly sank to her knees, the tentacle continuing to fill her belly.
The appearance of the tentacles had caught Kayjay completely by surprise, but not so much that she forgot to react. She dodged one tentacle, then moved away and dodged another. She finally found herself in an area that appeared to be free of the wriggling appendages. She watched from her area of relative safety.
At least from what she thought was safety. An unseen tentacle suddenly wrapped itself around her mid-section and lifted her. The tip of the tentacle slipped into the waistband of her skirt and then down the front of her panties. Kayjay grabbed the tentacle, straining to keep the appendage from penetrating her.
Then the drums suddenly changed tempo and the tentacles began retracting back into the floor.
The Event was over.
The girl who had been force-fed by the tentacle remained on her knees, her eyes half-lidded. She was drooling and appeared to be unaware of her surroundings. Several friends helped her to her feet and led her to a table. Her nipples were visibly solid and her jeans were wet between her legs.
The guy who had been anally filled by a tentacle also appeared to be in a dazed state. His thick erection tented the front of his jeans.
Kayjay said, “What’s up with them?”
Tara was nearby and she answered. “The tentacles ejaculate a fluid that is both a sedative and an aphrodisiac.”
Kayjay blinked. “You mean it leaves them horny and out of it?”
“Exactly.”
Kayjay said, “So if someone decides to feel them up now…”
Tara pointed toward the dazed guy. Two muscular guys had hoisted him by the arms and appeared to be walking him toward a back room. They each had a hand on the dazed guy’s ass and their erections were obvious. Then she pointed to the dazed girl, who was being kissed by one of her friends, who was also fondling one of her breasts.
Tara smiled then. “I told you this was no place for amateurs…amateur.”
“Amateur?” said Kayjay. “I don’t think so. Or did you not see me avoid the tentacles even though I had no idea they were coming?”
“True,” said Tara. She reached into her apron then and pulled out a thick wooden chip. “You have earned a Jungle Chip, incidentally, for making it through an Event unmolested. Only barely, of course, as you were well in the grip of the tentacles, but we’ll cut you slack, since it was your first time.”
Kayjay accepted the chip with a tight smile. Tara was nice enough, she supposed, but she was also unbearably smug, and Kayjay couldn’t wait for the next set of tentacles just so she could show Tara that Tara wasn’t all that.
Kayjay used her drink chip and then ordered herself another. After an hour she started to get bored. She decided to order one more drink.
The drums had continued non-stop through the evening. The drummers were apparently tireless. The drums had become part of the background by this time, but suddenly the tempo changed and began to pick up speed. The lights dimmed.
Kayjay was standing by a tree in the middle of the floor. Slightly slowed by alcohol, she suddenly intuited that the drumming tempo and dimming lights was the precursor to an Event. She glanced around, prepared to dodge tentacles, but she didn’t see any tentacles.
Then she heard the gasps and exclamations. It was happening. She whirled, still looking for the wriggling tentacles.
There were none. A large, bell-shaped flower, however, suddenly grew through the fake grass directly in front of Kayjay. The bell leaned forward, likely due to the weight, giving Kayjay full view of the interior of the huge flower.
“Ewww,” said Kayjay, her nose wrinkling. There was some kind of slug inside the flower.
And then Kayjay realized too late that staring into the flower was the wrong thing to do as the flower suddenly sprayed her face with a thick cloud of pollen, blinding Kayjay and filling her lungs.
Kayjay stumbled back, wiping her face. Suddenly her heart hammered inside her chest as she felt the unmistakable sensation of the slimy slug crawling into her cleavage.
She tried to grab at the creature, but she couldn’t see and she was coughing from the pollen. She felt the creature moving, sliding impossibly quickly between her breasts, down her belly. Then there was the suddenly horrifying sensation of the slug working its way into her belly button.
“NO!” she screeched, eyes widening in panic. Her vision was clearing now, but it was too late. The little creature had somehow worked its way into her belly button.
Kayjay stood there, heart pounding. The bell-shaped flower had slid back under the fake grass. Kayjay could hear screams and curses around her, but it sounded far away. What was really dominating Kayjay’s attention at this point was the drums.
The drums were setting a beat, a solid tempo. Kayjay began moving, her hips matching the drums effortlessly. She had removed her shoes at some point and she was now moving, dancing barefoot over the grass, her inhibitions fading.
Kayjay whirled to the beat of the drums, the blood pounding in her head to the beat of the percussion. She twirled, wriggled and writhed, a slave to the beat. Hands moved over Kayjay, removing her clothes, letting her dance naked to the unending beat of the drums.
A man moved next to her, matching her moves, sharing her heat, her passion. Kayjay danced to him, pressed herself against him, let her tongue slide over his chest. His taste set her insides on fire. She slid down his torso, her lips tasting his abdominal muscles, until she was on her knees. The head of his cock pressed incessantly against her lips, and she parted her lips, letting his cock slide into her mouth.
He stroked his cock into her mouth, again and again, and the sensations made her belly muscles twitch and jump in heated need. Then Kayjay got to her feet, swaying, twirling her hair to the incessant beat of the drums. The man’s hands were suddenly on her, turning her around, bending her forward, her hips high.
Kayjay felt his cock slide inside her, begin pounding her to the beat of the drums. Again and again he slammed into her, his pelvis slapping against her bare rounded ass. The drums, the beat, heat, hot, stroking heat, hips writhing to the beat of the drums, the drums.
And then she felt the sudden flood of heat in her belly, the sensation of being filled with potency, with heat, and that triggered her release as Kayjay began climaxing on that cock, to the beat of the drums…
And suddenly the drums stopped.
Kayjay blinked. She was still bent over, naked, and still filled with cock. And she realized all the patrons had formed a circle around them and had been cheering them on.
The guy, whoever he was, slid his cock out of her tight pussy and disappeared into the crowd.
Cheeks flaming, Kayjay hunted desperately for her clothing.
She was still blushing helplessly as she found her clothing and dressed. Unable to find her shoes, she remained barefoot. Another problem had presented itself, however.
Her belly was swelling. Slowly, but definitely.
Heart pounding, she realized her breasts were swelling as well.
Then Kayjay realized they weren’t just swelling. Her breasts were filling with milk.
Kayjay took a deep breath, then another. She was still trying to pull herself together when Tara walked over.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” said Tara, “you’re pregnant. And not just pregnant. The slug that inserted itself into your belly button- that’s what caused your complete and absolute loss of inhibitions, by the way- that slug was inside your womb when you got inseminated by that stranger. That slug amplifies the chance of a hyper-pregnancy, cutie, and apparently it took. So you’re not just pregnant. You’re hyper-pregnant.”
Kayjay could only stare as she could already see and feel her belly swelling with child. Her breasts were becoming full, heavy with milk.
And the arousal. Oh, gawd, she could already feel the hyper-pregnancy arousal beginning to take hold.
Tara gave Kayjay a smile. “Like I said, cutie,” she said. “Not a place for amateurs.”
September 2019